After flying from El Calafate to Buenos Aires, my friends picked me up at the airport and we went to get dinner and a few drinks. I already mentioned this in a prior post, but 19 years after I left Argentina, they are still my best friends in life.

I spent my last two weeks in Buenos Aires doing very little sightseeing. It was mostly just hanging out with my cousin and friends, with an exception of a weekend trip we made to Tigre. A river delta area just outside of Buenos Aires.

I remember being there when I was very little, maybe when I was 6-7 years old. I had no memory of how it looked like. I found the whole area really beautiful, unlike anything I’ve ever seen (except for that time when I was a kid that I can’t recall). We rented a small house and spent our time eating barbecues and having strange and interesting conversations.

Riding the taxi boat in TigreSwimming in the Tigre deltaExploring an abandoned house in TigreOur little house in Tigre for two daysTigre, Buenos Aires

As my January 14th flight back to Los Angeles was approaching, I started to recall everything I had experienced in the 8 months of traveling in South America. I felt a little melancholic, because South America will always be special to me no matter what other amazing places I see the rest my life. It’s the place where I grew up in, I’m fluent in the language spoken in most countries, and I felt right at home pretty much everywhere I visited.